One Giant Step

[Xander]

Tony sat at the Tur waiting. Grandfather was dead, which meant tonight was a huge step. A step towards reclaiming what was his.

He had told the Pack he was at the Tur, and he had told them what was planned. A reconnaissance mission north to map the current standing of downtown. It wasn't reclaiming the territory, but with Luna knows what lurking Luna knows where it was to dangerous to just go north and claim a random plot of land.

And so the Granite Watchtower assembled to take the first step towards the next battle. A first step towards a divided adversary. But first? They had to meet and figure out where specifically their first step would take them.

[Lesingnon]

Slick arrives at Tur in what she'd dubbed a hunting outfit. Dark colors, nothing overly expensive, nondescript, and easy to move in. Every piece of clothing was also new. Her old set, stained with the Grandfather's blood, had been burned. She had no desire to don the clothes worn during such an assassination ever again.

And she was rather curious about what they'd find now. Would the Pure start to swarm like a hive of angry hornets, or curl up to lick their wounds? What was behind the attacks on their totems; something that hated the Pure specifically and exploiting a time of weakness, or something that would be a problem for the Forsaken as well? They'd find out soon enough, she supposed.

She nodded to Tony, in greeting, as she approached. "This should be interesting." Dangerous, as well. But once someone underwent their First Change, what wasn't?

[Aeneas]

Cap pushed low on his face and with his days growth of whiskers on the cusp of become a proper beard, Aeneas appears. He has a crisp new shirt and boots; his jeans look as shapeless and stained as ever. The Irraka doesn't speak when he makes his approach but he does grunt. One might say its a friendly grunt - if a grunt bubbling from the lips of a walking stereotype for a "backwoods yokel" could be called that. He squats at the feet of the others, his head swishing around in a manner several degrees too atavistic to be comfortable for the Herd.

Out of interest, how much has Aeneas healed since the Black Hunt?

[Xander]

Chantay elicited a smile and soft chuckle from Tony with her statement. "That might be an understatement."

"So you guys ready?" The Iron Master asked. "I figured we'd follow the river north looking for territory markers, then follow the exterior of the claimed territories around downtown. That at least will tell us how close we can get without crossing the threshold into their domain. If we succeed at that we can follow the streets and places where the territories intersect into Pure turf to map specifically who claims what."

The Ithauer settled his gaze on Chantay specifically before continuing. "Would we need to go through the Hisil for you to find spirits to talk with? I know they can anchor themselves on this side, but I'd like to see if we can find spirits for you to talk to. I'm guessing the locals will know the pack names, and if you can work them right, maybe we can get numbers on the packs as well. It's a bit risky to interact with them directly, but I'm thinking the information we can get might outweigh the risk."

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Just a note that Tony does not in fact know about this, but I'm assuming that it will be brought up in the Tur meeting or at some point between then and now since it's something like 4months from the Black Hunt at the end of October to this thread in March. If I'm wrong feel free to strike the post and yell at e in chat!

[Aeneas]

The grunt became a chuckle.

"All raight! Har! Dat a plan!" Aeneas looked up at the Ithauer and graced him with a feral grin. "Maysbe we can take a look see if them Anshega left any pack marks o' their own... see iffen we can get some names to those fuckers that are left."

[Lesingnon]

"We wouldn't need to, spirits can be found on both sides, But the odds of finding one willing to talk are certainly a lot better in the Hisil than the material world." Spirits generally couldn't linger in shurilam long, and even those that could were sometimes tricky to spot. "The Anshega could act a bit more freely if they find us there, but then...so could we." And such encounters hadn't gone well for the Pure thus far, and that statement was accompanied by a somewhat vicious grin. "And they can't really set up any mechanical surveillance over there. Maybe some spiritual stuff, sure, but news from that won't reach them as quickly."

As she speaks she makes her way over to the Locus. And there's a few seconds of silence afterwards as she focuses her gaze, calling upon her spiritual half to help pierce the gauntlet and make sure no imminent danger lurked on the other side.

It always paid to be careful.

  2 suxx to peer across the gauntlet

Date		Action		Roll		Result
2015-03-04 10:33:57		Slick rolls 9 to Wits + Emp + PU - 2 (10 Again)		2, 6, 4, 6, 10, 4, 4, 2, 8, 6		2 successes

[Kelreth]

Across the gauntlet Tur remains clear and neat. The echo of a dog park inhabited by Wolves everything appears rougher than what you would expect in a normal dog park. Tiny motes shuffle around Tur incapable of knowing where they are. Years long attention from Hunters in Darkness and Iron Masters have shaped the Forsaken of Sacramento's Tur into something Good.

[Xander]

Tony listened to his elders advice on the dangers and potential boons of going through the Hisil. Once it became clear Slick was focusing her sight on the other side he fell to silence to avoid breaking her concentration.

"I think the rewards are worth the potential risks, but if either of you object I'd like to hear you out before continuing." His eyes look over to the locus before returning to the two other wolves. "Otherwise I think it's time to begin."

A smirk formed on the Ithauer. It had been a year and a half since he managed to get into downtown and sneak a peak at his territory. Hopefully they could get by without being stuck on the Greed Courts golden brick roads.

[Aeneas]

"Ah got nuffin ta say right naow," the Irraka intoned. "Only way to find the lay o' the land is ta hunt in it. So lets hunt!"

[Lesingnon]

"The other side's clear." Her hand dips into her purse as she speaks, emerging with a compact of makeup she wastes little time flicking open. It might seem an odd bit of vanity while standing on a locus. Unless, that is, one took into account how reflective surfaces aided stepping into the spirit realm. Apparently she had no objection to exploring the spiritscape.

"I'll pathfind us across."